AN I am skipping from Friday to Monday. I'm just not in the mood to write the weekend. Sorry. And, I know that the date jumped from the 29th to the 21st, but it's officially the 24th in my fic. Sorry.
BOCD
Girls Bathrooms
Monday, November 24th
8:19
Dylan Marvil looked at herself in the mirror. After another successful morning (6:00-8:00) on The Daily Grind, she wondered what her viewers thought of her. Did they think she was pretty? A ditz? Fake? Fat?
She was a size two again. She looked great, but she felt fat. Again.
Kemp and Plovert had stopped their emails when she found out she was on national television. But that did they think now?
She was nothing like Massie, Alicia, Kristen, or Claire. She wasn't pretty, or skinny; she was a pig. And that would always hold true.
Which is why she'd find herself in here, every morning at approximately 8:20 AM.
She pulled out her toothbrush, slowly, and carefully stuck it down her throat. Watching her breakfast come back up, she was interrupted by the bathroom door opening.
"What the—" It was none other than Chris Plovert.
"Oh God," she muttered.
"I—I'm er, sorry," he stuttered, turned and ran out the door, exposing a laughing soccer team behind him.
Plovert faced the soccer team, his cheeks flushed.
"Dude! Who was in there?" asked a laughing Derek Harrington.
"It was…nobody…" he trailed off. He looked toward the bathroom door, a million thoughts racing through his head at once. She was making herself throw up. Was it him who caused this? Was it the piggy emails?
Dylan, on the other side of the door, buried her face in her hands. Of all the people to see her, Plovert was probably the last person she'd want to figure out that she was a bulimic.
Gawd. If this got out she'd be ruined. She went into a stall, not planning to come out for the rest of her life.
BOCD
The Halls
Monday, November 24th
1:53
"Has anyone seen Dylan?" asked Kristen, clearly concerned.
"I haven't. But ah-lot of rumors have been flying around about her," replied Alicia, looking across the room at a bunch of seventh grade A-Lister boys.
"Well, if you're the BOCD anchorwoman, I'd think that you'd have the right idea of her whearabouts!" snapped Massie. She'd been extremely touchy since the boys had come back from Overflow.
"Plovert's been staring at us all lunch," noted Claire, in a trance.
"Kuh-laire, need I remind you that people stare at us every day? Need I remind you that we are the Pretty Committee?" Massie teased.
"I'm gonna go look for her," said Claire.
"Same," said Kristen, getting up and following Claire.
Massie leaned forward in her chair. "Leesh, if you're gonna go for a seventh-grader," she said, wrinkling her nose. "then he has to be a HART."
Alicia cackled. "Opposite of yes. I'm so nawt crushing on a sevii."
Massie rolled her eyes. The last thing she should be worried about was who Alicia liked. The soccer boys were already gaining back their alpha status, and this time, Massie was fresh out of ideas.
BOCD
The Indoor Pool
Monday, November 24th
2:02 PM
"Hey Alicia!"
Alicia looked up to find Josh swimming over to her. Ugh, she thought. Can't he tell that I'm sooo much better off without him?
"What's up?" he asked, climbing out of the pool to sit with her on the edge. Luckily, she was wrapped in a towel, so he couldn't see her huge boobs.
"Uhm, nothing…I guess," she rolled her eyes, letting him know to get to the point.
"Listen," he said. "I know we're not together anymore, but I still really like you. I just don't want to make anything awkward… Does that make sense?" he looked down sheepishly. "It's not making sense, I'm babbling like a loser…"
Alicia leaned in and kissed him, right on the lips. Long and hard, in front of everyone.
When they broke away, Alicia looked at him in the eye, oozing confidence.
"We're not together," he said.
"I know." Alicia giggled.
Single was way more fun.
What'd you think? I totally didn't anticipate any of it… it just kinda came out. Anywayss…. I want more reviews. Either click that button to your left or no new chapters. Your pick. -Logenn